My W came to me last week and told me she was having further cosmetic surgery. Told me she was having her scar repaired, but due to her quoting the recovery time, I'd say that she's having her boobs done. She told me she wanted me to take her, have a week off to look after the kids, but I could have the car! As the kids were grappling with me, I said that February was a long way off, but I'd obviously have the kids. She took that as me saying I'd take her.
She then invited me to my D's birthday party she'd organised, on my weekend, and said she really wanted me to come. Obviously, I'm not going to say no to my D's birthday, so I agreed to that.
I met my bud, and former forum member, NDY in Glasgow for a chat. Over a few beers, he reminded me that she was probably 'cake eating' and that she was 'tugging the rope' to see if I was still attached. Of course, he talked a lot of sense, and this came to the fore last weekend. W dropped off the kids on Friday and my D was ill. So ill that she was hallucinating and slept almost the entire weekend.
On the Saturday evening, she texted me to ask about D, but asked me to do something for her (a favour) as she put it, and it really struck home that she was cake eating. She picked the kids up on Sunday morning to take them to a party and her first words to me were about the favour. I was angry and said I wasn't going to do it.
I decided that this couldn't continue. I assembled the gifts for her from the kids (they picked them, I bought and wrapped them) and tonight I let her know how much taking the kids away from me at Christmas would hurt me. I got carried away and said that it hurt me more than knowing she had been internet dating. At this point, she started spewing, asking how I knew (she'd left the tab open on S's laptop) and said 'well, it's time you moved on, because I have'. I told it I was done. She then went in to another rage (you've held all this anger back from the summer and told me now - no, it's called DB'ing, but you don't know it) and as I was kissing and saying goodbye to the kids she was still spewing as she went down the stairs.
So, I've either dropped the rope and been brave, or I've been a complete and utter tool and just lost the woman that I love, forever. But really, just how much hurt can a person take?
Anyways, feeling a bit raw right now (I wasn't at all emotional - I was really nervous before she came) and I did say to her that one day she'll wake up and realise what she's lost and she just repeated it back to me parrot fashion.
As I don't post much these days, please be gentle. Criticism or advice welcome, but please be gentle.
M 45 W 52 SD22 S9 D8 BD 6 April 2015 Not living together 4 Dec 2015
